[L accepts the file, careful to keep his sleeves down around the heels of his hands. He handles it delicately, only using his thumbs and forefingers; they look like the only fingers he can use, judging by the stiff, atrophied way his other fingers just don't follow suit.

He glances through the contents, taking in the names, locations, dates and numbers compiled there.

Then he finishes his coffee paste.]

This will be enough to go on, for now. I see you've included your contact information... I'll let you know once I find out if I speak Greek. I can't go there, obviously, but I can establish contacts.